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In the translucent light curtain, the Great Sumeru Qiankun Pagoda stood quietly on a high platform, and the bottom layer was still flowing with a thick gray mist. Offstage, the disciples of the four major sects either talked in pairs or sat in a corner. From time to time, someone came out of the tower and left the hall dejectedly.

Four primordial real people stood in front of the tower, gathering together to gaze at the tower.

"The time is almost up. The middle-aged man from the Shaoyang faction stroked the short beard on his chin and said slowly: "I just don't know how many people will be able to pass the three checkpoints this time, and there are probably only about twenty percent of people left in the tower at present." ”

"Less than two percent. The female cultivator of the Hidden Immortal Sect on the side said: "There are about 3,000 people left, and many of them have been directly eliminated in the first level of luck, and those who are still in the tower may not have all obtained the entry token." She looked at Mingyangzi: "Mingyangzi Daoyou, is it a little difficult to set up the level this time?"

"The Flying Phoenix Fairy is not right. Ming Yangzi said: "Luck, perseverance, heart, plus spiritual root qualifications, all of them are indispensable on the road of cultivating immortals, and they are all indispensable." The four of you and I all occupy all four things, so that we can get to where we are today. ”

The nun sighed and stopped talking.

"Mingyangzi Daoyou is right!" the middle-aged man nodded and said, "Besides, this trial is very lenient for these new disciples. But he didn't say where the relaxation was.

"Now is an extraordinary time, we can only select the most outstanding disciples and concentrate resources on cultivation, so that they can grow up at the fastest speed in two hundred years to cope with the upcoming war!"

As soon as these words came out, the four of them fell silent. The monk surnamed Chu of the Ziwei Sword Pavilion, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke: "The 'glimmer of life' calculated by the old man of Tianji will really appear in this group of disciples?"

"The Great Prophecy Technique of the Old Man of Tianji has reached the ultimate realm, and he has calculated that the 'glimmer of life' related to the survival of the entire Yunmengze Continent in two hundred years will appear at this Immortal Ascension Conference, then, nine times out of ten, it will be true. However, the middle-aged man's face was pale: "It may not be in our group of disciples, and it may not be in other small sects." ”

The monk surnamed Chu sneered: "What is the glimmer of life, I don't believe it, I am only responsible for practicing the Nine Turns Taiyi Immortal Array." If it weren't for the fact that this sword formation needed to cooperate with the practice of sword formation exercises from the beginning, otherwise why would it be so troublesome to recruit so many new people!"

"Hehe, since the Nine Turns Taiyi Xuan Immortal Array only needs to have a disciple of the Golden Spirit Root, why didn't Chu Daoyou give me the child of the Ice Spirit Root that day to the Shaoyang Sect?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.

The monk surnamed Chu glanced at him and said lazily: "Ling Yangjun is really good at laughing, that kid's Ice Spirit Root is just right for my Qianlan Sword Spectrum, and you are going to snatch my disciple with a word?"

Ming Yangzi smiled mysteriously on the side, and did not explain the misunderstanding that day, and raised his hand to interrupt the two: "When the time comes, let's take all the people in the tower out." ”

The four of them stopped chatting and walked to the four corners.

Liu Qinghuan was digging a spiritual grass on the mountain wall, and a flower appeared in the gray hall in front of the tower. At the same time, figures slowly emerged around him.

The person who came out first couldn't help but be startled when he saw that he was carrying a big burden on his back, and in a blink of an eye, the big burden was gone.

This scene happened to be seen by Yang Mingzi on the high platform, and he couldn't help but smile: This kid is really interesting.

"Quiet!" Ling Yangjun of the Shaoyang Sect walked to the middle of the high platform, raised his hands and smiled: "Okay, here are all the people who have obtained the entry token, on behalf of the Shaoyang Sect, I congratulate all the little friends on joining the Four Great Sects, and now I invite the new disciples of my sect to follow me." ”

After speaking, he stepped down from the high platform and walked towards the door, followed by a few foundation building period monks of the Shaoyang Sect and all the new initiates who chose to join the Shaoyang Sect.

Then, Ming Yangzi of the Wenshi faction also walked down the high platform with his hands behind his back, Liu Qinghuan waved his hand to Yun Zheng in the distance, and hurriedly followed.

Walking out of the gray hall, the sun was shining outside, and there were a lot of people, but they were all isolated on the periphery, and the entire central venue was empty. The monks who watched the excitement all looked at these young people who joined the top sect of Yunmengze with envy, guessing who would become the next rising star to be born out of thin air, and who would dominate the entire immortal cultivation world in the future.

At this time, the Shaoyang Sect had released a huge flying boat, the silver-gray flying boat sparkling in the sunlight, and its upper ship building was towering, and the treasure was solemn. The Shaoyang sect had already boarded the ship, Ling Yangjun stood on the high and arched his hand at Ming Yangzi, and the flying boat slowly flew up, and a layer of cyan spiritual light rose from the side of the ship, enveloping the entire ship inside. I saw that the hull of the ship flashed a few times, and it was gone in an instant.

"Wow, that's fast!

"The Shaoyang Sect is really the number one sect!"

The onlookers all looked up and exchanged their heads with great interest.

"Look, the Hongmeng Colorful Dapeng of the Wenshi faction has come out!ah......"

"What a big bird......"

"The Legendary Bird of the Great Roc ......"

Looking at the new colorful birds, the monks opened their mouths wide in surprise. The bird is so big! It almost occupies nearly half of this open land in Nanshan, and it is several times larger than the previous flying boat. Just standing there, it was as majestic as a giant beast.

Liu Qinghuan was dumbfounded, this bird looked very familiar! It's just more than a star and a half bigger than when it was in the tower. Thinking that he patted its head and called it "Brother Bird" at that time, Liu Qinghuan felt that his neck was red.

At this time, he felt that his body was light, and the man had been swept from the ground to the back of the bird. At this time, the back of the bird was so big that it was still more than enough for hundreds of people to stand, only to hear Mingyangzi's "get up", the big bird stood up, only slightly flapped its wings a few times, and the onlookers immediately felt unstable on their feet, and staggered a lot. At this moment, a curtain of light fell from the sky, and the howling wind disappeared immediately, and the monks all exclaimed in unison.

Yoakiko withdrew her hand and patted the bird on the back. The big bird no longer has any scruples, its huge wings are fully extended, covering almost the entire open area like covering the sky, and with a kick of its legs, it rises into the air, and its wings have disappeared from the place to appear in the sky, and another fan has disappeared from the sky.

Dapeng spreads its wings, a thousand miles a day. After the initial excitement, the new disciples of the Wenshi School gradually calmed down, and those who liked to make friends would go around talking to others, and those who liked to be quiet would sit and meditate on their own. Liu Qinghuan belongs to the middle, neither particularly enthusiastic nor too indifferent. Friendships need to be maintained, but he doesn't want to waste his energy too much on socializing with people. Mingyangzi and those foundation building monks didn't care about these new disciples, they just closed their eyes and meditated.

Dapeng flew to the east for fifteen days in a row, crossing several large states, and finally began to slowly descend on this day.

"Donghua Prefecture has arrived!" someone shouted happily: "Look, there is the Wenshi Mountain Range over there!"

"Where is where, I'll see. A bunch of people crowded over there, and then exclaimed, "Our Wenshi Sect actually has a whole mountain range!"

Liu Qinghuan also walked over, looked down through the light curtain of the protective shield, and saw a lofty mountain.